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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.