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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.