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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
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 guitar 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.