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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.