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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.