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 Sweden 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.