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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.