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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
JFA,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.