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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.