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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.