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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.