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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.