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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.