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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.