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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.