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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.