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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Human League 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 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.