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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.