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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.