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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.