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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
MDC,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Television,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.