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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.