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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.