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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.