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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
AZ,
DNA,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.