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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 ABC to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.