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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.