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 Antigua 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.