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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.