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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Television,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.