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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.