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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Paris and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.