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 Thailand 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Unwound,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
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.