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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Brick,
Japan,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.