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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
The Human League,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.