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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Main Source,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Organ,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.