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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Nas,
This Heat,
DNA,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.