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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.