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 Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.