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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 T.S.O.L. 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia 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?
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.