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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.