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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.