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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.