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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.