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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.