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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.