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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.