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 Vietnam 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.