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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.