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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.