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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.