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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.