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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Japan,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.