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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.