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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.