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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.