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 Poland and from Manila.
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 Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.