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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.