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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.