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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.