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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.