Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.