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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.