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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Magazine,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.