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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.