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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.