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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.