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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.