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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.