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 San Marino and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.