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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Crime,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Brick,
John Holt,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.