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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.