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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.