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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Smog,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.