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 Armenia and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.