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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.