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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
the Association,
The Doors,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.