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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.