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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.