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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Skarface,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.