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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.