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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Index,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.