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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 clarinet 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.