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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Crime,
Faust,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.