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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.