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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.