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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.