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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.