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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.