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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.