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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Faust,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.