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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Main Source,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.