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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.