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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.