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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
10cc,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.