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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.