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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.