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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.