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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Index,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.