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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
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.