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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.