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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.