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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Japan,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.