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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.