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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.