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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.