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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.