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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Cameo,
Can,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.