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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Mars,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.