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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.