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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.