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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.