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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.