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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.