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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
JFA,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.