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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.