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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Motorama,
Television,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.