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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Swans,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.