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 China and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
The Index,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.