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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.