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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 snare 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
MC5,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.