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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.