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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Rakim,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.