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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.