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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.