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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.