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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.