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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.