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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.