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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.