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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.