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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s 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 Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Q65,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.