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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.