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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.