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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.