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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.