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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.