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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.