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 Seychelles 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
UT,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.