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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.