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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.