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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.