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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Japan to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.