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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.