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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.