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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.