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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Television,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.