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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.