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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Offenders to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.