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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.