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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Visage,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.