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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.