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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.