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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
AZ,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.