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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.