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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.