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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.