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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.