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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.