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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
DNA,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.