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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.