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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.