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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.