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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.