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 Armenia 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 Portland and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Monks,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
MDC,
Scion,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Flipper,
cv313,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.