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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.