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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Franke,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.