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 Georgia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.