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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.