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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.