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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
The Gories,
New Order,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.