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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.