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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.