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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.