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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.