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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.