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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.