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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.