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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.