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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.