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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.