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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.