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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Lungfish 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.