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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.