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 China 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.