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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Rapeman,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.