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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.