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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Inner City,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.