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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.