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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Section 25,
a-ha,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.