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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.