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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.