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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
UT,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.