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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.