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 Morocco 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.