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 Australia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.