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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.