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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Faraquet,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.