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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.