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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.