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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.