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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.