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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.