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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Visage,
the Association,
Erasure,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
PIL,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.