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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.