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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.