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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.