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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.