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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Television,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.