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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Quantec,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.