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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.