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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Victims to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Wings,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.