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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Nas,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.