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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.