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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.