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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.