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 Hungary 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 808 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.