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 Marshall Islands 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.