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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.