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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.