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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.