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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Qualms,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.