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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Oneida to the dance 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.