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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.