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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
This Heat,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.