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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.