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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.