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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.