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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.