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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Quadrant 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?
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.