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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Motorama,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.