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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.