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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.