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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.