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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
The Index,
ABBA,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.