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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.