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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.