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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.