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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.