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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.