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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America 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 Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.