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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.