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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Lalann,
Unwound,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.