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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.