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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Liliput,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.