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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.