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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
MC5,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.