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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.