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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Khruangbin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.