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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.