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 Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.