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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.