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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.