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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.