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 Bangladesh 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.