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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.