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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.