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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.