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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.