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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 L. Decosne 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.