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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.