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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.