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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.