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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.