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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.