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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.