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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 oboe 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.