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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.