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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.