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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.