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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Roxette,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.