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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.