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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.