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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 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 David McCallum 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.