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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 United States of America to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.