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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.