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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare 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 Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.