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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Andrew Hill 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
UT,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.