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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.