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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
UT,
June Days,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.