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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.