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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.