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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.