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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Organ,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.