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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Aural Exciters 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.