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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.