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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.