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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.