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 Micronesia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.