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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.