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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.