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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Scientists,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.