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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.