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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.