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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
X-101,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Technova,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.