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 Peru 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.