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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 the Germs to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.