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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.