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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.