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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.