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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.