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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Franke,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.