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 Guatemala 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.