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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Inner City,
Smog,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.