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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.