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 Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Accadde A 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.