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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.