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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.