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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Slackers 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.