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 Dominica 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.