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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.