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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.