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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.