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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.