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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.