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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.