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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.