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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.