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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.