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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.