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 Greece and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.