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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Brick,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.