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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.