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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.