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 Argentina 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.