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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.