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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.