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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.