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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.