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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.