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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Technova 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.