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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.