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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.