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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.