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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.