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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.