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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.