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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.