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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.