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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.