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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.