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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.