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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
the Association,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.