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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Swans,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.