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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.