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 Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Can,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.