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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.