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 Colombia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.