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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.