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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.