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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.