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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.