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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
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.