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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.