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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.