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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Cramps to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.