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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.