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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
the Association,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.