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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.