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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.