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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.