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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.