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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.