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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.