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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.