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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.