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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.