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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.