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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Fear,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.