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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.