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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.