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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.