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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.