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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Monks,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.