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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.