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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.