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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
the Association,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.