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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.