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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Cramps to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.