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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Wings,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
X-102,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.