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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.