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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.