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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne 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 Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.