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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.