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 Micronesia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.