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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Model 500 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Technova,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.