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 Portugal and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.