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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.