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 Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.