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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Kinks to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.