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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.