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 Grenada 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
ABC,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.