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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.