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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.