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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.