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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.