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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Ossler,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.