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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.