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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.