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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.