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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.