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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.