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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.