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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.