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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.