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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.