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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.