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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
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.