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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
MDC,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.