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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.