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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.