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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.