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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.