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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.