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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.