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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Crime,
Yaz,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.