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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.