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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
X-102,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.