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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.