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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.