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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.