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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.