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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.