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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.