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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Faust,
JFA,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.