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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.