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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.