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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
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.