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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.