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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.