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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.