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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.