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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Litter to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.