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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
UT,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.