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 Palau 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
The Victims,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
PIL,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.