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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.