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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Index,
Jandek,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.