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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.