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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
The Remains,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.