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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.