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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.