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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Victims 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.