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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Visage,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.