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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.