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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.