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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Excepter,
MDC,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.