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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
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.