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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.