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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.