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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.