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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.