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 Syria 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.