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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.