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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.