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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.