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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Urselle,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.