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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.