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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Can,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.