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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.