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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar 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?
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Wire,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.