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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 marimba 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Fear,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Wire,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.