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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.