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 Mexico and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Franke,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.