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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.