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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 808 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
The Index,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.