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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.