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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.