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 Madagascar 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.