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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.