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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.