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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.