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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.