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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
the Germs,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.