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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 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 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.