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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.