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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.