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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.