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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
MDC,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.