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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.