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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.