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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.