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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.