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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.