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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.