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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.