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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Crime,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.