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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.