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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.