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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.