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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.