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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.