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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.