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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.