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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.