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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.