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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Television,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.