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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.