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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.