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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.