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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.