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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.