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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.