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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Crime,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.