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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Technova,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.