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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.