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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.