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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Skaos,
The Index,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.