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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.