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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.