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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.