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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.