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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.